The wind howled softly across the border of the Unnamed Nation—an invisible barrier that hummed with a darkness so thick, even dragons hesitated to cross it.
Albion White stood tall in his human form, long white hair trailing behind him like a banner of sovereignty. As he eyed the four powerful beings before him, a strange calm washed over the group. Despite the heavy tension in the air, this moment felt... rehearsed. Fated.
Sky Striker Ace – Kagari stepped forward first, her fiery red hair catching the flicker of the fading sun. Her blue eyes never wavered from Albion's.
"You still carry that pride of yours," she said with a smirk. "Let's hope it doesn't get you killed this time."
Albion didn't flinch. "My pride has built nations, Kagari. What has yours done? Rejected peace?"
Before the conversation could heat up, the sound of thunder crackled as Star Ryzeal stepped into the clearing. Mechanical plates glinted, the electric charge in his body lighting the ground he walked on.
"Please," Ryzeal interjected, "not everything has to start with a history lesson. We're here for the same reason."
Albion gave a small nod, but before he could reply, a faint whir echoed behind them. A mechanical hiss accompanied the appearance of Maliss Q – White Binder, her pale eyes scanning the land ahead. The aura around her was cold—unnerving.
"For Maliss to send you, Binder," Albion said, "means something's seriously wrong."
Binder twirled one of her clock-hand blades, her voice even. "It's not about wrong. It's about... prophecy."
Then, in a blink, Dark Magician emerged from the shadows, leaning casually on his staff.
"Don't mind me," he said. "I was just passing by and sensed a party."
Albion rolled his eyes but didn't hide the respect in his voice. "You always do this. Show up when things are about to go to hell."
"And I always leave before it does," Dark Magician replied with a wink.
They stood in silence for a moment, staring at the pitch-black land ahead.
Binder was the first to speak again. "Still no sign from the Traptrix?"
Ryzeal sighed. "Those forest-dwellers have never changed. They'll never act unless it directly threatens them."
Kagari's tone grew sharp. "They've grown complacent. One day, that forest will burn—and they'll wonder why no one came."
Albion finally stepped forward, just one foot away from crossing the threshold into the Unnamed Nation.
"No turning back now," he said, his eyes glowing faintly with power. "If this is truly the beginning of the end... then we end it on our terms."
The group silently nodded, standing side-by-side—not as enemies or strangers—but as something closer to what the world had long forgotten.
Legends.
Kagari looked at them, as he spoke. "So now what, are we crossing the border or not".
Binder looked at them, as she spoke. "Depends, which one of our army is going first because I am not sacrificing my army".
Albion crossed his arms, eyes narrowing at Binder. "Of course not. You Maliss types always want others to bleed first."
Binder tilted her head slightly, unbothered. "And yet, here I am—on the frontlines. Unlike your Traptrix friends."
Before Albion could retort, Ryzeal raised a hand, a few sparks dancing from his fingertips. "Enough. If we start arguing now, we'll get nowhere. We need a plan—not a pride contest."
Dark Magician chuckled. "What a charming little war council this is."
Kagari let out a sigh. "I'll send in my recon drones. No one has to sacrifice troops… yet. Let's see what we're dealing with beyond the fog."
With a flick of her wrist, three sleek Sky Striker drones zipped out from behind her, their wings slicing the air as they raced into the blackened skies of the Unnamed Nation.
The group watched in silence, each of them tense despite their composed facades.
Albion broke the silence after a moment. "I can feel it… something old. Something angry."
Ryzeal's eyes glowed brighter. "That land… it doesn't just reject life. It remembers. It hates."
Binder stepped forward, but not past the border. "So who disturbed it again after all these centuries?"
Kagari's drones vanished into the black fog. One by one, their signals blinked out.
Kagari's jaw clenched. "...We just lost connection."
Everyone looked at one another—silent understanding washing over the group.
Whatever lies beyond that border isn't just darkness. It's awake now.
Dark Magician tapped his staff. "Well, I suppose it's no longer a question of if we cross…"
Albion nodded. "It's when. And who walks in first."
He turned back to look at the armies gathered in the distance—rows of dragons, spellcasters, machines, and monsters. A coalition formed not out of trust, but desperation.
Then he looked back at the border, and stepped forward again—this time not stopping at the edge.
"I'll go first."
Kagari raised an eyebrow. "Brave? Or stupid?"
Albion smirked. "Both. But someone has to face whatever's inside—and I was always the one with something to prove."
The army from each Nation started to speak, each of them, a bit surprised that one of them made a choice, and out of them of the Albaz/Dragon Nation, seeing the king step in.
One of them, a Red Eyes Black Dragon, Just Spoke. "What are we waiting for? Let's move an army; follow our king".
Another voice rose next—deep and commanding, laced with crackling heat.
"Tch. You think I'll let a Light-blooded dragon show more fire than me?"
It was Blazing Cartesia, stepping forward with her sword drawn, flames dancing at her heels.
"Let's move! For the Dragon Nation!"
The ground shook as dozens of dragons unfurled their wings—Blue-Eyes, Red-Eyes, Albazians, and even rogue Dragonmaids all roared in unison, their wings slicing the tension in the air.
From the Sky Striker Nation, a commanding officer in sleek tech-armor turned to Kagari.
"Orders, Commander?"
Kagari didn't hesitate. "Advance. Match the pace of the Dragon Nation. Stay airborne—avoid direct contact until we assess the threat."
Machines from the Riseal Nation clicked to life—gleaming constructs and cybernetic mages aligning in formation behind Ryzeal.
Ryzeal raised his hand, and a mechanical rune pulsed through the army.
"Synchronize forward movement. Stay alert. No one strays from formation."
Binder, meanwhile, looked over her shoulder at the shimmering shadows forming behind her—White Binders, Void Knights, and other Maliss creations.
"Maintain spell barriers. Support only. If it gets bad, pull back—let the meat shields handle it."
Dark Magician chuckled again, raising his staff high.
"Come, my spellcasters. Let us see what ancient darkness has stirred. And perhaps—what ancient secrets lie forgotten."
Back at the forest edge, Traptrix Atrax and a few others watched from the treetops, silent and still.
"She wasn't wrong," Atrax whispered. "We protect, not invade. But…"
Behind her, vines and insects slithered silently.
"…the moment they fail, we'll be ready."
And so, for the first time in centuries, five of the six nations advanced together, their colours blazing, their troops marching or flying toward the Unknown.
And at the front of it all walked Albion White, his cloak trailing behind, his expression calm—but his aura blazing like a sun.
Chame gently placed her hand on Albion's shoulder, her voice softer now. "Your father wouldn't want you to carry the weight of this war alone, Albion. You're still growing… still learning."
Albion nodded, his eyes drifting to the clouds that hung heavy over the sky—toward the border where his father had gone.
"I know… but I can't help but feel useless. I want to help. Do something. Anything."
Spellcode adjusted the lens of his monocle, a small shimmer of light sparking from the tech within. "Then perhaps, Young Prince… it's time we start your real lessons."
Albion turned to face him fully, curiosity sparked in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
The tutor tapped his cane twice on the floor. "Magic is not just about destruction. Especially Light Magic. It's about understanding… protecting… and illuminating the path forward when others can't see."
Chame's eyes lit up a little. "You mean the Sacred Light techniques?"
Spellcode gave a small smile. "Exactly. The Dragon Nation once had a legacy of Light magic—long before war turned our hearts to fire and steel. If the prince is ready… I will begin to teach him the Way of the Radiant Core."
Albion straightened up, determination flickering in his gaze. "I'm ready."
The Dragon Knight at the door chuckled lightly. "Just don't blow a hole through the mansion like the last prince-in-training."
Chame stifled a giggle.
Spellcode smirked. "Then let's head to the training chamber. Your journey as a true prince… begins now."
As the three of them moved down the grand hallway, torches flickering and magical crystals glowing softly on the walls, Albion felt a strange spark in his chest.
It wasn't fear.
It wasn't doubt.
It was hope.
And somewhere… far away… his father, Albion the Second, felt it too.
The three descended deeper into the mansion, beyond the halls lined with golden banners and ancient paintings. Chame led the way with a lantern made of soft dragonfire, its flames dancing with hues of silver and violet. The hallway opened into a massive chamber—part stone dojo, part magic lab, and part ancient dragon temple.
Crystals floated around the circular room, pulsing with faint energy. A radiant sigil glowed in the center of the floor: the crest of the Dragon Nation.
Albion stepped inside, his breath catching slightly. "This place…"
Spellcode nodded. "The Sanctum of Scales. Few are allowed here. It was built by the first Albion, your grandfather, to train heirs in Light and Dragon Magic. Here, history is written in magic… and so shall yours be."
Chame stood at the edge of the chamber, her hands clasped, watching proudly. "You can do this, Young Master."
Spellcode raised his staff, and runes spiraled around it. "Lesson one: feel your core. The Light Attribute isn't about power—it's about clarity. Understanding. The more you know yourself, the brighter your magic becomes."
Albion closed his eyes.
He focused inward.
And for a moment… he saw something. A vast light, like a sun hidden deep inside him. It pulsed. Steady. Waiting.
Spellcode's voice echoed. "Good. Now… bring it out."
Albion opened his eyes—and from his hand, a small orb of radiant energy began to form. Not white. Not yellow.
Silver.
With threads of blue.
Chame gasped. "That's… not just Light magic."
Spellcode's eyes narrowed with wonder. "No… that's Celestial Light. A variant lost long ago. The light that guides not just dragons—but all beings."
Albion stared at the orb floating in his palm, light dancing across his face.
"…This is me?"
Spellcode nodded slowly. "Yes. And it seems your destiny is far more than just inheriting your father's throne…"
A distant tremor ran through the chamber. They all turned as the walls faintly shook.
The war had begun.
Albion clenched his fist, absorbing the light back into himself. "Then I need to grow stronger. Fast."
Spellcode smirked. "And you shall. The Way of the Radiant Core has many stages… and you've just taken your first step."
Chame stepped forward, smiling softly. "We'll be with you the whole way, Albion."
Albion nodded… eyes set not on fear, but resolve.
Albion stepped forward, eyes locked on the shimmering glyph floating in the air. The light orb emitted a gentle hum, casting soft illumination around the Sanctum.
He raised his hand slowly. "Light Orb…"
Spellcode nodded. "Focus on the core within you—the Celestial Light. Let it flow from your heart to your palm. The glyph is your bridge; the light is your voice."
Albion mimicked the glyph in the air, though his lines wavered slightly at first. The vertical and horizontal lines, the circle, and the bending diamond shape… it wasn't perfect, but it was genuine.
As he tapped the center of his drawing—
FWOOM—
A soft pulse erupted from the glyph, and a light orb flickered into existence.
But it wasn't like Spellcode's.
It shimmered with silver and blue, gently rotating like a small star. Threads of energy drifted from it like stardust.
Chame blinked in awe. "Y-Young Master… it's beautiful."
Spellcode stepped closer, studying it intently. "This is no ordinary Light Orb. It… absorbs residual mana and filters it. Cleanses it. That's a spell only Celestial Light can do."
Albion looked at it in his hands, the warmth of the orb reflecting in his eyes.
"I… I didn't even mean to do that."
Spellcode chuckled. "And that is why we must train. If your instincts are this strong, your control must be even stronger. Otherwise…"
He paused. His tone grew more serious.
"…that power might consume you instead."
The orb flickered in response to his words, then dissolved gently into light.
Albion took a breath. "Then teach me. Please."
Spellcode smiled faintly. "Then let's move to the next level: Lightform Projection. You'll create a construct of yourself using light. If you can manage that…"
He stepped back and drew another glyph—larger this time.
"…you'll be on your way to becoming a true mage of the Celestial Line."
And so, the training continued.
Back in the Unnamed Nation, the army of each Nation seemed battered and destroyed; as they were taking deep breaths, they managed to make it out, but barely; if they hadn't been saved, they would have surely died.
Albion the second looked at his army. "From this onward, no more exploration to the Unnamed Nation shall be permitted to the People of the Dragon Nation"
Kagari tried to fix what was left of her armour as she tapped her bracelet. "To the commander, Tell the Council Sky Striker that this Nation is Classified as Omega Level Treat, no one shall explore it".
Ryzeal, whose arm was destroyed, sent a message to Riseal Nation as he spoke. "They better not send me on another mission this soon again".
Binder sighed as she spoke, as she was using spells to heal herself. "Maliss need to front about this, let's move army".
The dark magician finally let down his barrier, and his allies picked him up as he sighed. "Let's Move, the People in Fiendsmith need to be informed about this".
Albion Chuckles a bit as he sits down, using his sword to hold him as he looks at the other group.
"I guess Traptrix is the only one with the right idea of not to investigate what was happening".
Kagari gave a tired smirk, her wings flickering in and out as she walked over to Albion. "For once, I agree with those paranoid forest dwellers. Whatever that was… it wasn't meant to be disturbed."
Ryzeal stood tall despite his missing arm, sparks crackling from the damaged joints. "That thing… that presence… no record in Riseal's archives ever mentioned something like it. And that's saying something."
Binder nodded grimly. "Mis deals in forgotten codes and lost timelines. Even we don't have anything close to that monster's energy signature. It was... outside of fate."
The battlefield behind them was a graveyard of crushed metal, broken spell runes, scorched earth, and magic residue still twisting the air like heat mirages. Soldiers were being evacuated in groups—some limping, others unconscious.
The Dark Magician, still cradled by his allies, looked back toward the Unnamed Nation's shrouded borders. "That land wasn't empty… It was waiting."
Albion sheathed his sword slowly, the blade still glowing faintly from the divine magic he'd used earlier. "We were bait… That whole expedition—it wasn't a trap. It was bait to lure power."
They all went silent.
Binder's eyes narrowed. "You think something called us?"
Albion didn't answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the horizon, where unnatural storm clouds were still spiralling—dark, violet, and pulsing like a heartbeat.
And then he said quietly, "No. Not just something. I think we woke up something… that used to rule."
Kagari's communicator crackled. "Council Command confirms: Omega-level lockdown approved. All Sky Striker forces are to retreat and classify all knowledge as Black Vault."
Ryzeal let out a synthetic breath. "Let's hope it stays behind the border."
Albion rose to his feet; his armour cracked, his wings burned, and exhaustion seeped through his dragon veins. But his eyes remained sharp.
"We prepare. We rebuild. We warn the others. And next time…"
He glanced at the other leaders.
"…we face it together. Not to conquer. But to survive."
To be continued
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